My ankle/leg/foot has been hurting a lot over the last couple of days and since part of the pain is the bone tired weariness that you feel after a long day shoveling gravel in the sun (yes. I have done it so I know exactly how this feels) I know that I have been overdoing it. Vased ont he fact that the pain moves around, I am coming to accept that although I do not have the excruciating pain that I expected out of the injury, I am hurt worse than I have wanted to admit. This, sadly, means I won't be back in my skates for maybe even a month. Little tiny baby steps...
However, one thing I noticed while I was out and about yesterday, was the lack of parking spots near to the stores I needed to go to. I do not have a handicapped plaquard. I realized that once I am better, I should make a point of parking further away, not just for the exercize, but to allow those who need them more to park in the closer spots. Not everyone who has a disability has a plaquard, and I should take advantage of being able when I am able.
School has begun, and that means the fundraising has begun. One popular fundraiser in my area are discount cards that you can presumably use at various drive through locations. without getting into the fact that I don't generally eat fast food, I don't end up using those cards. I forget them, I'm embarassed, whatever. So when I was approached yesterday, I first told the boys I didn't have any cash (this was after I tried to avoid eye contact) which was true. In my face, the young man told me that they could take a check. I explained that I did not use the cards, That I still had one leftover from last year from my brother. I probably should not have bantered with them, but as I walked away, I heard one of them call me a bitch. Now he wasn't just agressive, he was rude. Without looking back, I called, "I heard that" and continued on my way into the store. He wouldn't look at me when I came out.
Call me old, but I am old enough to be this boy's mother. (gasp!!) the level of disrespect I got from him from the get go was unnerving. He, and his friends (save one who I had a nice conversation with as I walked out) treated me like I was a contemporary. Even if I were a contemporary, I don't think I should have been approached that way! Whatever happened to respecting your elders?